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around Whalen.

"Is al-Muhammed the 'A' in NUVA or the 'A' in SCAN?" someone piped, drowning
out the minister's voice.

Oh blow! Jani shouldered her bag and walked through the middle of the huddle.
"Al-Muhammed's
the 'A' in SCAN," she said, bumping the speaker in the back of his head with her
knee.

"He's another nance," griped the waiter.
"Cory, I thought you wanted to see this," someone called after her. "You'll miss the
ambassador."

"I have to go. I'll catch it somewhere else." Somewhere quieter. She should have
known better than to
try to watch the program with others. Some things needed to be studied in private.
Pondered. Mulled.

We've officially reopened relations with the idomeni. Jani rubbed her stomach,
which had begun to
ache. Wonderful. She walked past buildings of black-and-yellow thermal scan-brick
toward NorthPort's Government Hall. The elegant twelve-story edifice loomed over
all like a stern but forgiving patriarch, offering numerous types of guidance to his
wayward children. Audit assistance from External Revenue Outreach. Documents
counseling from the Commerce and Treasury Ministry annexes. By all appearances,
family relations appeared very close.

Appearances, as the old saying went, could be deceiving.

Why you always hang about with the nances at Guv Hall, girly? What goes on
there so interesting
you need to see it every day?

She increased her pace as she headed out of the business district, monitoring her
stride in shop windows and mirror-glazed brick. She had only become aware of the
hitch in her walk over the past couple of months, and had attributed it to a
combination of the NorthPort weather and a cheap mattress.

Among other things. Jani took a step. Right foot down. Another. Left foot... down.
She had to assume that. She hadn't much sensation in her left leg. Or her left arm.
The lack of feeling sometimes made
quick movement an adventure, but she maneuvered pretty well for a
half-animandroid patch job. And
my ass does not wiggleтАФshe glanced at her reflectionтАФnot much, anyway.

Block after block fell behind as she tried to walk off her growing apprehension. She
passed warehouses, long-term skimmer charge lots, then a three-hundred-meter
stretch of sand and scrub before coming to the houses.